Sorry your Husband I Borrowed
Practice Nastar Cake

Valentine's Day, the day that young couples always wait for, to express affection . But, that does not mean that couples who are not young anymore, do not deserve the day of love.

Honestly, I wanted to say I love him. Yeah..she! The man who made my life I was like a simalakama fruit. Surviving him, it always seems there is a ceasefire every day. Take him off, why is my life so bland? It's like eating simalakama fruit. So it's all my fault.

''Winona. Don't fantasize about it today you get flowers. You will be laughed at as a lizard. Just knew! He's not the romantic type! Remember it Winona!'' I muttered to myself in my heart.

It seems, on this valentine day I am less excited, doing office tasks. My heart has not been moved, either, to speak to Boss Robert, even though yesterday was a three-way street. Me, Fira and him, the way to the mall.

''Come, Winona. Just end it all. You want, your life is always in the hands of that possessive man? Not tired?'' my inner words, keep shouting.

***

I'll turn off my phone after office hours are over. I hurried to the parking lot. Want to go to the supermarket. Buy ingredients to make nastar cookies.

Don't know why, I really want to practice making nastar cookies. Because, I thought, I could make some extra money shopping, by selling nastar cookies. Moreover, soon, will enter the holy month of Ramadan.

''Mother. Ask for my mother's recipe for nastar cookies.'' I said to my mother. Because, as a child of a pastry entrepreneur, can not make the cake, it feels very funny.

Well honestly, I don't like cooking or practicing any kind of cake. My hobby is nothing but eating. If I'm told to make a cake, I'd better run away from home.

''Eh what wind, until you want to ask for a recipe for nastar cake, same mother?'' said mom, reply to my chat.

''How to make a nice cake, if told to pay attention to the practice mother, never want.'' said the mother again, impressed to break my spirit.

''Mom, come on, don't be stingy with your own child.'' My persuasion continues to urge you.

''He will be sent the recipe. But, rather than wasting materials, especially flour and other expensive materials, mending you back to Tanjungpinang. I teach you here.'' Call mom serious.

''Mother..., gini day, all advanced. Look on youtube, can......!'' I said again, confident.

''Different, if mother's cake, same cake on youtube. It's a lot different. Like the earth and the sky, that's the difference in taste.'' clearly mother again tried to influence me.

''Yes, the recipe. Tonight, when Fira is asleep, I want to practice making nastar cake, '' I explained again.

After my mother's secret nastar cake recipe, I immediately went to the supermarket to buy the ingredients of the nastar cake, like the recipe my mother sent me.

''Check it out later if it fails. I'll definitely catch you, Winona!'' my mother said mock me.

''Ih...what is this mother.''I reply.

***

Since six o'clock this afternoon, after the Maghrib, I really don't want to activate my phone. Because I really want to focus on practice for nastar cake. My curiosity peaked, at the beginning of this year.

''Anyway, if I succeed in making the cake, I want to sell the cake, ahead of Eid al-Fitr.'' my determination is in my heart.

But, on the other hand I was restless, when Fira had not slept. Fear, if he has not slept, will disturb the concentration I make a cake nastar.

I pretended to sleep in the room, to lure Fira, to join the fall also in the room.

Until he finally told me the tale of the deer stealing cucumbers.

''Hmmmm.this boy, when he fell asleep, he was still excited to hear my story!''

''Mi...When again, the way to the same mall Boss Robert?'' fira said, when I stopped talking about the deer stealing the cucumber.

''Virgo. Can't often ask for a walk with a good father. Good dad is busy. Have a task in the office that should be completed. If Fira keeps walking, it could be a good father's job in the office, a mess.'' I explained to Fira.

But, when I explained it at length to him, Fira fell asleep instead. Whether he hears me or not, he must be asleep, and I will act with my plan, practice cake.

***

Time shows at 23:00 wib. Me, deliberately rest for a moment. Eliminate my fatigue. It turns out that making the cake is fun, as well as tiring. What about my mother who has lived it for a dozen years? Just imagine, since my father was gone, mother slammed her bones, enough for the family. The pensioner money you receive from your office is not enough to cover your daily needs.

In fact, his three children, already hold the status of a civil servant. However, whatever the power, the salary of the newly appointed employee as ASN, it seems not to be able to make my mother happy. In my heart, I always pray when I can make my mother happy.

If I confide in Boss Robert about me not being able to please my mother, he's always angry. He said, I'm a nagger.

''Now, try as much as possible, happy your mother, with the fortune you have.

''I want my mother to be happy for the rest of her life.'' I said at the time.

''Yes, all children have such dreams. Including me, Boss Robert said at the time. His words, always ringing in my ears.

***

''Well...successful.'' my cry is joy in the heart.

I've been tasting the cake incessantly. Just so, there must be something I eat. The rest I put in the jar. It feels like you just want to eid, make a nastar cake.

I put my nastar photo on my whatsapp status. ''Practice making nastar cakes, immediately succeed. This is the recipe from generations, from my beloved mother.''

Simultaneously, dozens of chats from Boss Robert, entered in a row. Understandably, a few hours ago, I turned off my phone, for the convenience of my practice for nastar cake.

''Yes. My nastar cake was a success, '' I said to my mother, via chat whatsapp.

But, my chat it still ticks one. Understandably, it's 04.00 wib. Mommy must have fallen asleep. But, usually the mother wakes up early to perform tahajut prayers.

Hopefully, when mom sees my whatsapp status, mom gives me compliments.

Because of the successful practice of making nastar cake, my brain immediately imagined the pastry business, ahead of the Eid al-Fitr holiday.

''May my cake later, sweet selling. If the bestselling sweet, many fortunately, can continue to make a walk, '' thought I was still berevoria about the cake nastar.

Not only can we make a way. At the very least, can set aside some of the profits, to save, make preparations for Fira if you enter SD later. Because, I am sure, the greater Fira, the need for education costs, will increase (continued)

At first I was a little careless about the chat attack sent in a row with Boss Robert. Because I'm trying to fuck with him. But I'm scared too. Sure, if you meet at the office, all this will be a problem. The ending, my phone will slam him. So, until when can I survive in a situation like this right now?